Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.